The grief of his wife's death became greater and greater agony. The home they had so long shared together, became a tomb. A sweet memory of her joyous living. The sky to which she had once looked, was now only a covering for her dead body. The ever-beautiful flowers she had planted with her own hand, became nothing more than the lost roses of her cheeks. Confused by his great loss, the old man left that home, never to return again.
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